New Year's Day...
Tony sat up with his back against the headboard, wide awake now. It was 0700. He'd been up for half an hour.
The agent was fuzzy on what happened after the...incident in front of Millisa's house. But he'd woken up in his own bed, alone. Well, sort of alone. Because when he got up, there was a glass of water and some aspirin on his side table. And once he'd downed all of that, he'd gotten up to make coffee. But there asleep on his couch was Gibbs. Tony had silently closed the bedroom door again and gotten right back into bed, because his brain couldn't figure out what in the hell he was supposed to do now...
He hadn't lied to Gibbs, before. Well, he didn't think he had. Tony always ended up thinking about Gibbs in a very unprofessional manner when he had too much to drink. That wasn't new. But it wasn't something he thought of when he was sober. He'd always thought himself an idiot once he'd sobered up. That attraction had never left the 'drunk room'.
But now...after what happened at Millisa's, he was confused. He was embarrassed as hell about it. But only because of how quickly he'd gotten off; how intensely effected he'd been by Gibbs' attentions... It was like being hit by a train, it was so powerful, and there really was no other way his body could've responded. Thinking about it now though, was much more different than any 'day after' sexual thoughts about his boss went. He wasn't disgusted by his brain, now. Tony wasn't disgusted by gay thoughts. Just his ridiculous brain for deciding to change preferences as if alcohol literally split his personality.
His 'day after' usually consisted of virtual smacks to the head for being dumb, and moving on. Today, however, recalling the events only seemed to be turning him on again. Like the barrier had been broken, and now all of him was gay. Or maybe just his gay-for-Gibbs now polluted every vein in his body, and he was completely okay with it because Gibbs was the one who had acted on it.
But why? Why did he do that? Was he messing with him? Was...was it even real? Did any of that actually happen? Oh god...how much did I drink?
Tony grabbed his cell phone and scrolled through his contacts until he found Millisa's name. He pulled up a text box and began a question.
Tony: Hey. I've got a question for you, and I want a straight answer.
Mil: Straight, huh? Well...I dunno if I can give it like that. ;)
Tony: Omg it did happen...
Mil: Sure as hell did, princess. And it sounded amazing.
Tony: You were listening?
Mil: Well, Main princess and I happened to be near that window...
Tony: Oh god...McGee heard it, too?
Mil: He might've been too preoccupied with the amazing things I was doing with my hand.
Tony: You planned this, didn't you...
Mil: I plead the 5th.
Tony: I'm trying to figure out if I should hate you right now.
Mil: Hey, in my defense, I thought it'd be you who made the move. I was not expecting Gibbs to manhandle you like that.
Tony's cock jumped as that brought back the memory...
Tony: I've gotta go. This is awkward.
Mil: Doesn't have to be awkward, pretty boy. Did you spend the night with him?
Tony: In a manner of speaking.
Mil: Well then you should not be hating me.
Tony: I'm shutting off my phone.
Mil: You love me.
Tony: Damnit...
Mil: Have some awesome morning sex. Sober sex can be fun too, if I remember correctly... It's been a while.
Tony: I'm seriously shutting off the phone.
Mil: I don't believe you.
…
Mil: Princess?
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Mil: I hope the sex is awesome. Ttyl!
Tony silenced the phone and swiped a hand down his face. What the hell was he gonna do?
"You done hiding yet?" Gibbs voice sounded at the door and Tony's eyes shot to it, seeing the older man's head poking into the room. "Thought I heard your phone go off a couple of times."
"Sorry. Didn't mean to wake you up," Tony said, setting the phone on the table.
"I've been up."
"You have?"
"Yeah. Heard you get up earlier."
"And you've just been sitting out there?"
"Thought you might eventually come out if I made coffee. Can I come in?"
"Uh...yeah, sure," Tony adjusted himself a little more comfortably, pulling the blanket over his lap. Gibbs came in with two cups of hot coffee, handing one to Tony. "Thanks."
"Feel okay this morning?" he asked, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress.
"Yeah. Uh..." he stalled, taking a long sip from the mug. "I don't remember coming back here. You didn't have to stay."
"I was tired," he replied, then took a drink from his own mug. "And you were uncharacteristically silent after we left Millisa's. Wanted to make sure everything was okay."
Tony met his eyes for a long moment. "Everything is okay," he replied. "Why wouldn't it be?" Gibbs shrugged. "Or do you mean you wanted to see if I remembered everything?"
"Maybe... But not for whatever reason you might think."
"I was thinking maybe 'so you could pretend it never happened'?"
"I just wanted to make sure you weren't mad at me," Gibbs said, much to Tony's surprise.
"What?" he narrowed his eyes.
"Well, you said before that you only felt that way when you were drunk. I knew that when I came to get you. I knew it, and I took advantage, because you were drunk," he confessed. "But once we got here and I had some time to think, I realized that you might wake up horrified. You hiding in here kinda made that much clear..."
"I wasn't...hiding. And I'm not mad. I'm..confused. I wasn't lying to you before. I felt things for you when I drank, which honestly I rarely do anymore—drink, I mean. That aside, it's always gone away once I sobered up. I haven't been...running around lusting after you. I promise you that. But am I mad about what happened? Mad...is not what I'm feeling. I'm feeling confused as hell because you're straight. And well...technically so am I. Unless I'm drunk. And now I'm feeling a little gay and I'm sober. So if what you did was like...a New Year's present or a Make a Wish Foundation charity thing, then I might be a little upset..."
His words were cut off when Gibbs' lips were suddenly pressed to his. Tony's eyes fell shut of their own volition. And as the older man deepened the kiss, he felt the bed tip and the mug pulled from his hands. He opened his eyes to see Gibbs putting the cups side by side on the table, then return his attentions to Tony.
But Tony's hands came up to gently lay on Gibbs' chest to stop him. "Wait," he told him a bit breathlessly. "Gibbs, what are we doing?"
"Well, I don't know about you, but I was trying to show you that it had nothing to do with charity or presents," he replied. "I'd...like to continue showing you. If you want, I mean..."
Tony was scared. Not...not afraid, scared. But nervous, excited scared. Like right before you get on a roller-coaster. His heart was racing in his chest and he felt dizzy, as he looked to Gibbs' lips and dove in to meet them once more...
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AN: I was gonna write a smutty sex scene, but I'm not sure if that's what you all want... o.o Should I take a vote?